Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 19:34:51 -0600
From: Jarrod x
Subject: ZACH GETS TO SERVE Chapter 1
Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod115@hotmail.com; tell me what you think.
THIS IS THE FIRST OF A SERIES SPUN OFF FROM THE NIFTY 'HIGH SCHOOL' SERIES
OF 'JARROD'. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CHAPTER 10 OF JARROD, IT IS RECOMMENDED,
FOR CONTINUITY, THAT YOU DO SO BEFORE READING THIS FIRST CHAPTER OF:
ZACH GETS TO SERVE. Chapter 1
Nesting Boy masters?
Walking home to Casey's house from Jarrod's birthday sleepover, Zach
listened to Casey describe what life was going to be like serving Casey,
well, mostly Casey's cock. After sitting down in the yard to talk over some
of the things Casey had recalled from the gay porn magazine, Casey took Zach
into the garage, for a little send-off blowjob.
The magazine deal was a setup laid out by Kyle during the party. He had
stuffed the magazine in Zach's gear, such that it would fall out in front of
Casey. Kyle hoped it would lead to some embarrassing boy-play. He never
dreamed how it had turned out, and he didn't have any idea how one seemingly
innocent prank was cascading through the lives of so many boys, already.
Anyways, in the garage, Casey put Zach to his knees and told him, "take me
out, suckboy."
As Zach opened Casey's pants, Casey was saying, "That's your name from now
on suckboy. Got that...Suckboy?"
Zach said, "uh, yeh, er, ah, sure Casey."
"And, you call me Sir, now, when we're alone. Say it you fuckin'
cocksucker!" Casey demanded.
Zach stammered, "Y-y-y-y-esss, Sssssir!" And before his brain could even
register his humiliation, Casey jammed his prick into Zach's wide-open
mouth, and started a powerful, fuckin' facehump.
He grabbed the back of Zach's head and started pulling and pushing his
buddy's head until he could hold out no longer, and pumped a huge wad over
Zach's tongue, while muffling his moans into his shoulder, there in the
empty family garage midday, that Sunday.
Finally spent, spasms, and knee buckling passed, he made Zach open his mouth
to make sure he had swallowed like the good cocksucker he was. Then Casey
said, "Now this is how I want you to serve me, suckboy. When you and I get
together in private, I want you on your knees, naked, feet crossed, hands
clasped behind you, and head down. Now show me!"
Zach started to take his clothes off. "No! No! You dumb fuck! Not now! Just
get in suckboy position dressed as you are," Casey corrected.
Zach assumed position, and looked up forlornly at his new buddy-turned-boy
master. "Good. Very good, suckboy. Now remember that; every time we're
together and alone," Casey said pointing at him, shaking a finger, as Zach
obediently nodded. "Now, what are you?" Casey asked.
Quickly, and brightly, Zach piped, "Suckboy, Ca...Uh Sir! Suckboy!"
"Okay, now kiss my dick here...yeaaaahh...suck around the knob...uhhmmm."
Casey stumbled out of the near-ecstasy, and backed off, saying, "All right,
suckboy, get out of here! See you at school tomorrow, and be ready to take
care of me whenever I say."
Zach said, "Yes, Sir!" As he stood, following Casey out the door. Casey
didn't even turn, or wave or say goodbye, as went toward his house. Zach
just stood there a moment, sort of sad, and began to trudge down the drive
and home.....Licking his lips! Shane, after hearing Casey and Zach talking
beneath his window, about sucking' dick and stuff, called Casey into his
room, after they had dinner that night, for a little 'chat'.
"So kid, I hear you suck dick, 'zat true?" Shane blurted out, while sitting
propped against his bed pillows, watching Casey shift his sock feet back and
forth uncomfortably.
"No man, uh, Shane. I don't do no dick. Where'd you hear that?" "I heard YOU
fucker...this afternoon, with that punk friend of yours, under my window.
About how there's gonna be cock suckin' and boy fuckin'," Shane parroted
back to him.
Casey stammered, "Yeh, NO! I'm no cocksucker, Shane. I didn't mean any of
that."
"Come!" Shane ordered. Casey slinked up to Shane's bedside, as Shane pulled
his cock out of his underwear. And what a cock it was! A fuckin' beauty! In
a flash, he sat up, snapped his shorts and underwear down, and wrapped his
hands around Casey's shoulders, as he leaned back toward the pillows and
pulled the kid right onto the bed over his legs.
He took his cock and rubbed it gently and slowly all around 13 year old
Casey's face. Then he stopped and held it hard and straight right between
the boy's eyes. "Here's your ice cream cone dessert, boy."
Pressing it to Casey's lips, he rubbed the underside against them, back and
forth, and back and forth. Then he stuck one finger into Casey's mouth.
Casey let it ease through his teeth, followed by another, and another and
another. "Suck baby, suck," Shane said, as he eased his fingers in and out
of Casey's mouth, mesmerizing him. Slowly, with his other hand, he bent his
dickhead to the boy's mouth, and under the fingers, sliding his cock right
onto Casey's tongue.
"Swab your tongue boy, swab it back and forth. Let's taste your big brother,
baby, taste your big brother." Casey was gone! He was on dick! He started to
suck his brother in earnest.
Shane knew the signs, and pulled the whole boy onto the bed between his
legs, and started to lift and lower his head over that pretty pink boy
pleaser of his. He sped him, then slowed him, and then sped, then stop. When
he pulled all the way out, he made Casey's tongue search for it, darting
this way, then that, till he would slide it back in over his tongue.
In that first hour, Casey sucked down three loads of his brother's jam! In a
puddle of slickly spit and cum, his chin rested, in between Shane's legs on
the spread. Shane had now raised up his legs to have Casey get a good tongue
bead on his balls and pucker, which he made Casey suck for the next hour.
Shane even dozed off, and when he woke, Casey was still sucking 16-year old
boy pussy. At about 9PM, Shane was again fully awake, randy and ready! "OK,
boy, we're gonna set some ground rules. You no longer call me Shane when
we're in private. You call me Sir and answer me, Yes sir. Got that?" Shane
asked.
Casey nodded energetically, "Yes, Sh...uh, sir. Yes sir!"
"Ok, good. Now, each afternoon, when I get home from school, you are gonna
be naked, on your knees, at my bedside. You will have your bare feet
crossed, and hands clasped behind you. You will have one finger stuffed up
inside your boy pussy. Your tongue will be out, and your head down. You
won't speak when I come in the room. You won't move till I tell you what to
do. Some days I'll just dismiss you. Some days I'll fuck your brains out.
You got all that Fuckboy!" Shane yelled.
"Oh, yes sir. I got it all sir!" Casey yelled back, from between Shane's
legs.
Geez, instant replay! Didn't we just see Casey lay out these same rules to
Zach? We've got nesting....cascading....boy masters here. Roughly pushing at
the top of Casey's wavy, blonde-haired head, Shane said, "Then get down
there on the fuckin' floor and show me you really do "Got it!"
Casey slithered to the edge of Shane's bed, slipped and fell down trying to
get in position as fast as he could. Quickly, he was kneeling, and..."You
dumb bastard! You said you "Got it!" You DON'T got it, fuckboy! Get fuckin'
naked, damn you!"
Flopping over on his butt, the trembling boy was trying to pull everything
off at once. It was the saddest thing to watch a boy who was trying so hard,
and couldn't do anything. It was like he was tugging his clothes with
someone else's hands. Shane just sat there shaking his head and making
"Tsk,tsk, tsk" sounds.
Finally, Casey was naked, and scrambled to his knees. Shane's face broke
into a big wide grin. How proud he was of his little naked slave. His
fuckboy. Casey had remembered every last thing he was ordered to do. "Turn
sideways, fuckboy," Shane said, looking to see that Casey had a finger in
his boy pussy.
Again, a great big smile shone on Shane's face. "You have done me proud boy,
very proud. And you even chose your middle finger for your pussy. Your are
truly my Fuckboy."
Casey was so happy his brother was pleased. "Get up here on your back with
your pussy facing me, fuckboy," Shane ordered.
Casey scrambled up, onto his back, with his knees bent, feet on the bed,
straining to look into Shane's eyes, his head crooked up. "Lick the finger
from your pussy," Shane said. Casey stuck his middle finger into his mouth
and sucked.
"Put it back in your pussy box." Casey re-inserted.
"Let me see you finger fuck yourself, boy...let's get into
it...in...out...in...out...keep going," Shane ordered.
Casey fingered himself. Oh my, he was really fingering himself. Going and
going, and faster and faster, and his feet came off the bed and he was
humping his little butt onto his pumping finger. What a beautiful site!
Breathless, Casey was wild by now.
Shane was getting excited too, and was whacking his pud like crazy. Both
boys started pumping their feet, alternately, up and down, pounding the bed,
and omigod, Casey shot his load all over his belly, and Shane shot his wad
two feet in the air to plop onto his chest.
Finally, some decorum back to the scene, breathing calmed, and order
restored, Shane told his kid brother towhead, "You have done yourself, and
me proud, fuckboy. You are truly ready to serve your big brother in grand
style. So let's finish our little deal here today, with you licking up my
cum, and cleaning your own cum off your belly with your fingers and tongue."
Casey, up on all fours, licked the cum off of Shane, then up on his knees,
between Shane's legs, he scooped his own boy cream off his belly, and licked
it from his fingers and hands.
His chore done, he looked down to Shane for direction. "You may kiss my
cock, fuckboy," Shane said.
Casey all fours, once again, leaned in, and tongued and kissed his big
brother's dick, then sat back on his haunches. Shane said, "Ok, fuckboy, you
have honored us. You may get to your knees on the floor and assume your
standard fuckboy position for a 10-count, and then you can go to your room.
But first...I want you to tell me what you're gonna do first thing tomorrow
morning, when you wake up."
Casey, who had started to get down off the bed, stopped. He was nervous;
started shaking. He had no idea what Shane wanted him to do first thing in
the morning!
"Uh. Umm. Er," his eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "I'll come to your room
sir. I'll come to your room, and and and....and get in Fuckboy
position....SIR!"
Shane smiled, "yes, fuckboy, yes! How proud you make me. And then, what will
I want you to do?"
Immediately, Casey brightly said, "suck you sir, you will want me to suck
you!"
"Absolutely, fuckboy, absolutely. You are truly worthy." Shane stuck his
legs forward off the bed and his feet at Casey's face.
"Suck both my big toes into your mouth, fuckboy. Suck 'em till you drool,
and then get the fuck out of here!"
Casey devoured his brother's big toes till the drool started. He stood and
turned to leave. "You fuckin' dumb bastard! Crawl out of here, dammit! Crawl
like the fuckboy turd you are! And take those fuckin' shit clothes of yours
with you!" Shane screamed.
Terrified, Casey scrambled to pick up his socks, shorts, and underwear, and
holding them in his hands, he dropped to all fours, crawled to the door, and
with trembling, sweaty hands gripping his clothes, fumbled with the latch,
unlocked the door, and crawled out into the hall.
The last site Shane had of his little fucktool slave boy, was his boy toes
slinking past the doorjamb as the door closed.
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